It was pet day at school. The courtyard buzzed with laughter as students showed off their cats, dogs, parrots, and even a few lizards basking in the sun. Everyone brought their own pet, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. Your secret was far too large—literally. You had a giant wolf, and no one knew about it.

The sun glinted off the playground equipment as chatter filled the air. Then, without warning, a sudden hush fell over the crowd. From the edge of the schoolyard, a massive red wolf emerged, its fur bristling and its eyes darting nervously. The creature’s paws left deep impressions in the soft ground as it hesitated, caught between fear and confusion.

Gasps spread through the students. A few backed away, clutching their pets tightly. Teachers hurried to form a barrier between the children and the animal.

Mic stepped forward cautiously, his usual energy replaced with disbelief. “Where did it come from?” he asked, his voice low but tense, eyes fixed on the trembling creature.

Aizawa moved closer, his scarf uncoiling like a warning. His expression was calm but sharp, assessing every movement of the wolf. “Everyone, stay away,” he ordered, his tone firm yet steady. “Do not make any sudden movements.”

The wolf let out a soft whine, its ears flattening as if it understood the fear around it. The tension hung thick in the air, and you could feel your heart pounding—you knew that wolf. You knew exactly where it had come from.